That Long Black Train

Johnny Yuma
Mama called for me
She was riding on that long black train.
She was calling my name--
I recognized her voice from memory.
She's been gone for years.
I loved her then;
I love her still,
And I always will.
Yes, I will even when I join her on that long black train.

Published by Johnny Yuma

I have been writing for 12 years and love it. I began by writing essays for college Comp classes and continued after the classes were over. I had always hated writing until then. Now I love it and write p...  View profile

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  • AnnaB10/7/2009

    Sad and beckoning, :o)

  • Johnny Yuma9/19/2009

    Thanks to each and every one of you all for your nice comments. Mother was a wonderful person that everyone loved. Thanks again! Johnny

  • Jan Peterson7/16/2009

    very touching...and short... like just one tear.

  • Pattie Byrd7/16/2009

    Nice poem with feeling.

  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA7/13/2009

    very sad, but very well written.

  • Angel Vee7/13/2009

    sad but very nicely done!

  • Brian Schultz7/10/2009

    It is sad but a good poem,

  • Emylou7/10/2009

    How sad

  • Carol Roach7/10/2009

    well written she must have been real special

  • Greenhill7/10/2009

    Nice job Johnny.. you loved her it's evident.

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